Teenage

Billy, or any names
I can’t choose my own
Tell me why
Change my name please
Hopeful

Nobody likes her
I despise her
Kind of gross
Kind of bossy
I get harassed by her

Mean girl
A million dislikes on her YouTube channel
XD
We all laugh at her
Eggs! She smells like rotten eggs
Let’s all make her life miserable
Lol

By the way guys she stole my crush
from right under my nose!

Anyways, toodles…

You never said I am leaving,
You never said goodbye.
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why.

A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill.

It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn’t go alone.
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.

This poem is for my twin sister who died tragically.

Do you ever wonder how others view life?
Do they see the beauty in every flower they pass?
Or savour the warmth of the sun and the scent of the grass?
Do they smile at each and every person they meet?
Or do they stare at the ground and scowl at their feet?
If it begins to rain and the sun still shines, do they look up to the sky
In hopes of seeing a rainbow pass by?

Would they care if it rains and their clothes get soaked?
Or would they skip and dance with no umbrella or a coat?
Would they race through a field without a worry on their mind?
Could they live their life without fear of losing time?
Would they spend hours reading books in a fictional world?
Could they listen to endless music, their brain in a whirl?

Would they talk to their friends all through the night?
If something was up, if something wasn’t right?
Would they stay up late and wait for the dark?
Just to step outside and gaze at the stars?
Would they chase the sun until it goes down?
Or would they stay at home, lounging around?

Could they run to the woods and live off the land?
Would they drive to the beach, bury their toes in the sand?
Could they jump in a van and travel the world
With no clue where they’re headed, just letting fate take control?
Would they take their time creating a piece of art?
Or would they spend forever deciding where to start?

Do you ever wonder how others view life?

School life is like riding a bicycle
Only that your bicycle is on fire
And everything is on fire because this is Hell
Nearly nothing here will follow your desire

Homework in school is too much
It possibly causes emotional damage
Not much can handle such
It is so hard to manage

Teachers here are mostly kind
Key to learning isn’t hard to find
But tests and exams are way too hard
Sometimes it’s harder than going to Asgard

Strange things sometimes happen here
Maybe you’ll see trees trapping a deer
After seeing this you may be hazy
Oh god! Boring classes are driving me crazy

Homework is basically unnecessary
Even with it your marks still vary
During tests and exams your brain is empty
I guarantee the punishment after it will be plenty

School life is fun (actually not)
Staying in school is like in a hot pot
All your time you spent in school
Is only for a handshake and paper (nope this isn’t April Fool)

the watching mind
in the gloam beadily eyed
with body curl’d whose hair does stand
knifing nails thro’ my hand

I bit my nails down to the quick
A smell so human it made me sick

Outlines, outlines
She hated the grapes so she cut the grapevine
Keep your fruit
Keep your damned fruit
Temptation can’t tempt me
Immortal

And time passes as it does, so did tiny pieces of her
She strung them up in the corners of her bedroom
Shadowy souvenirs
Then, our heroine meets another
Unexpected love she cannot cope with
The surprise hurts something she had curled away so tight
When it unfurls she takes a moment of sight and
Pulls herself up into the light
Takes a tiny singular bite and throws away every part of her plan
God, she says, as confused as I am, For one month I will do as you intend
And then once she rounds the bend
I’ll pick up the speed, move faster in pace
So that a month will drop from my face
Keeping away from the torture is torture indeed

In the end, I hope to succeed
Legacy, beauty, greed

I’d like to tell you a story
Once, twice, too many upon a times
She ripped herself apart in front of a cold mirror’s face
Each flower she picked smelled like rain, dead and discarded by the grey sky
She knew love, knew that it sucked the insides out of her, left her half empty
So she dropped away from herself,
Took the power she had and ran it down
What she didn’t see that with every step she took closer she was only further away
Cast adrift in the unfamiliar sea
Clinics held her tight, steady
But the look in her eyes tells of the wobble in her smile